I have oft wondered
How the Apostle Paul
Could rejoice in his chains.
Why the saints of old
Counted it all joy to suffer
For our SAVIOUR,
Whilst been burnt at the stakes.
How the 'Ps. Wurmbrands'
Could make melodies with
Their chain clad feet and hands,
And sing unto our GOD—
Even at the point of death.
How the 'Bro. Yun's'
Could endure seeing no sunlight,
And yet feast on the LIGHT in their hearts.
Among these thoughts,
This wandering mind
Dared to linger on other thoughts also
And ask questions no human mind
Can begin to fathom.
I wondered what
HEAVEN would look like—
The place for which they so suffered.
For what did they suffer so?
My mind questioned.
Was it because of;
The Golden Streets,
Or the Eternal Bliss,
Or perhaps...
Because of the place free of pain,
Free of tears, and filled with
Joy Eternal.
I'm sure those things contributed
To why they had such joy in their hearts
Even whilst boiling in oil.
But then, by His Grace I realised,
Every place with HIM, our SAVIOUR,
Is indeed in its own way,
A little bit of HEAVEN.
And that was what they saw
Above it all...
They saw HIM,
JESUS.
Oh, for a chance to glimpse HIM also!
And by HIS Mercies, for all Eternity.
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It's been such a long time, I'm sorry. Someone encouraged me to update. GOD bless you, Sis Caroline132696
This has been there for some time. Finally got the chance to edit and post it by GOD'S Grace.
Oh, and feel free to listen to the above song!
Lots of Love! 💜❤️💗
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ECHOES OF THE HEART
PoetryIt's something we all wish for sometimes. When no one else seems to notice, or care... When we just wish that thought, that pain, could be echoed. Amazing Cover by: @YaGirlAbbieee
